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| ZACHARY 'ZACK O'CONNOR | TWENTY FIVE YEARS OLD | DEPRESSION & SUICIDAL TENDENCIES| GLENDALE MENTAL HOSPITAL we kicked the DEVIL on a friday night just about lost when he came in close and tight ; took him with a punch to his gritty chin ; asked him to please not come back here again.

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rolandtucker:

“th-that’s okay, Zack.” Roland chuckled. 

“okay well. let’s just cuddle then.” he smiled awkwardly. “whenever you like.”

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clcbberinheath:

Oh, it was–this dude, what was his name, again? Zachary or something, he always seemed to look intimidated and it made her a bit awkward, sometimes, not knowing what to do to make him feel more eased. He was almost like CJ but more unreachable. “Yeah, sure.” She scooted over just incase he wanted to sit down, not really recalling if the couch rule also applied to benches. “You okay?”

he wasn’t sure if her concern was genuine or just a figment of formality but he welcomed it, anyway. the thought of sitting next to her still unnerved him.. but maybe she wasn’t all that bad. she hadn’t really done anything to him, her stares were just intimidating. “yeah. it’s so loud inside.” he said with a chuckle. “are you?”

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aubrey--harkin:

“No, not really… Though honestly, though should know better. I thought it was common sense not to put a plate of food in front of an anorexic and say ‘just eat it’ but I guess not.”

“that’s pretty ignorant and careless of them. you should try talking to your doctors about it. make a new meal plan, assign someone else to watch you.”

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rolandtucker:

“A-always. Well, c-comes and goes, then gets worst t-triggered by a-anxiety.” He bit his lip. “Can we cuddle?”

zack nodded in understanding. anxiety would also drive him to do things, terrible harmful things most of the time. “of course we can cuddle.” he smiled, he’d never say no to cuddling with roland. “i’m a little sweaty though. is that okay?”

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heather, margaret, roland, aubrey, and sam

“oh.. um. these are really hard choices. i’d probably marry roland, kiss margaret, cuddle with sam, fuck... oh no. fuck aubrey? i guess. i don’t think that would happen. kill heather.. only because that’s the only last option. and she’s scary. i don’t have anything againts her, um. um. please don’t hurt me.”

@rolandtucker @margjohn @samalcott @aubrey--harkin @clcbberinheath

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[doortotheheart]

Marry, Fuck, Kiss, Cuddle, Kill, send me FIVE names.

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cntrldawsyn:

“I don’t care how nice he is, I don’t want anybody advancing on you like that, you’re tiny,” Marcos said.

“I’m sleeping with him, Marc — he’s not gonna hurt me,” she said, rolling her eyes. Dawsyn nodded at Zack’s question. “Yeah, that little bitch just tripped me in the hall so I scared her a little. No biggie.”

zack watched the two with an awkward pose still not really sure if he wanted to butt in or not. he wasn’t even sure if this man was her father now. she seemed to be so casual with him, if it were his parents he would’ve received a lot of scolding. “are you.. his father?” he asked. he didn’t know patients could freely sleep with staff members too. shouldn’t there be consequences? “uh okay. at least he wasn’t trying to hurt you or anything.”

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clcbberinheath:

“You should probably go inside.” She’d been sitting on a bench near the entrance for almost two hours now–not truly knowing why, she thought, maybe just to remind herself where it all started here, the crisp grass, the cladness of her sweater when it became too warm–that fucking tree she’d always wanted to climb on. There were only nine days left, and Heather wasn’t sure if she wanted to memorize or forsake everything altogether. “I’m not exactly the funnest person to spend time with right now.”

oh shit. the scary woman was being scary again. he felt his chest tighten under her mere gaze and looked elsewhere trying to make himself look a lot less nervous. he knew that sometimes looking too frightened would only annoy people. “i’m just here for fresh air. i won’t talk much.” her name. he tried to remind himself. “heather. is that okay?”

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cntrldawsyn:

“Oh, no. I don’t get in the middle of her altercations,” he said shaking his head. “She’s calming down. She didn’t hit anyone that I saw. I don’t like how friendly that orderly’s being though…” he said, his brows furrowing as the man in blue inched closer to Dawsyn. “Hey! Back off my kid,” he called out.

Dawsyn’s head turned and she rolled her eyes, moving away from the orderly and walking over to him. “Chiudi, è uno dei simpatici,” she said, hugging him.

“oh, jesus.” he was only familiar with one orderly here and she was a woman and nice but this one made him all ansty about the staff again. just a little bit at least. he stepped back a little when what he assumed as father and daughter reunite. feeling awkward, he shifted his weight from one foot to another. “everything okay?”

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rolandtucker:

“Sleeeepy.” He whined out, reaching to rub his eye with closed fists. Roland didn’t know Zack too well, but he just had a bad feeling that something was wrong and he just wanted to press it. “Always sleepy though.”

he chuckled a bit, feeling a little bad for doing so but roland was cute when he whined out like that. “we could take a nap when we’re there.” zack said then he frowned, roland never really gave many details about his disorder. “always?”

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camillaspencerx:

“No one seems to have, it has shaken my confidence in this facility…” Isolde sighed, shaking her head. “I suppose I could. I’m just worried that she isn’t safe here, especially if no one is actually keeping an eye on her.” The blonde said quietly, looking down, clicking her tongue.

“oh. or maybe because she’s new? i don’t keep myself updated with new arrivals but it takes awhile for new people to get around here.” he said, even he himself hadn’t situated fully and it had been months. “i’m sure she’s safe. the staff here do a great job making sure the patients are taken care of.”

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lucienmarch:

“That would be great I’ve been looking for him forever worth no look maybe you can lead the way. I’d just get lost around here.” Cameron laughed a little, “no he’s my boyfriend.”

“of course. or maybe he’s still finishing therapy right now. anywhere specific you’d want to go first?” he asked, tilting his head with his own smile and feeling his heart flutter at the answer. “that’s cute. he know you’re visiting?”

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cntrldawsyn:

“Yeah, she’s my daughter.” 

“your daughter.” he frowned. “aren’t you supposed to like.. help her or something?”

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rolandtucker:

“Y-yea, I’m good. A-are you?” He took Zack’s hand without another thought. He felt so close to him and trusted him quite  a bit though they didn’t know each other very well. 

zack smiled a little. he didn’t feel so good but he wanted to see roland smile and it was better than having to suffer through meals he couldn’t even digest. “yes, i am.” he said squeezing his hand lightly. “how have you been? have i asked that already?”

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lucienmarch:

“It would be great if you could help me, I’ve been waiting a long while to see him.” He said with a happy smile to the stranger. “He’s very blond it’s cute, but it’s very easy to notice.”

he didn’t think he’d ever talked to a blonde male patient here before so it was hard to picture the description. “we could walk around, see if we’d be able to find him?” zack offered. “is he your brother or something?”

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camillaspencerx:

Isolde was growing frustrated with the fact there seemed to be a sheer amount of staff around, she felt worried for her sister since this was all a huge adjustment and the blonde was scared that it would only aggravate things without a familiar face “Camilla, we look quite alike so I’m told, something about bone structure.”

“i don’t think i’ve ever heard of her.” which was somewhat understandable considering how anti social zachary was. he was sure he had seen before but never grew the guts to actually talk to her. “but then again i don’t talk to a lot of people.” he tried to justify himself. “maybe you could wait here? the place is crowded still maybe it might be easier to look for her when things have calmed down.”